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Updated: May 3, 2025
"Oh, you'll get your lawyer, all right but first " "No, first I'll see my lawyer." Brasher stepped to the doorway and beckoned. A middle-aged man, with blond hair and gimlet like black eyes stepped in. He nodded curtly to the others and said to Boyle: "What is it?" "I'm kept here without the shadow of a legal excuse. I don't know what I was arrested for. I've seen no warrant.
He has digestive organs which are peculiarly his own. It will only serve him as it served me and Pugh it will knock him over. It is all done in the Pursuit of Truth and for the Advancement of Inquiry." I could see that Brasher did not altogether like the tone in which Tress repeated his words.
"Well, the bird who bumped off this Miller got in by using a rope hooked around a chimney like you did excuse me like they alleged you did in Yonkers. He used climbing irons too. You used to be a lineman didn't you, Boyle?" Brasher stopped, waiting for the effect of this on the prisoner. He continued: "Now all you got to do, Boyle, is to convince us that you weren't there when Mr.
The prisoner reflected the surprise of the other men but answered promptly: "I've had it about eighteen years." "Thank you Mr. Boyle. May I see the watch please oh, I beg your pardon. I forgot." When the prisoner was led out, Professor Brierly asked Brasher to show him the watch.
He absently picked at the outer edges of the panes with his fingers. He turned to Detective Brasher, saying, apologetically: "I came up to this beautiful country for a rest and a vacation; I did not think I should have any need for any revolvers. Can you tell me where I can get one like this and shells like these?" He pointed to the table. Brasher looked at him suspiciously.
With a deftness and a certainty of movement, remarkable in a man of his age, he removed one of the bullets from a shell, using his knife for the purpose. He first examined the bullet and compared it with one he took from his vest pocket. Then he spilled the powder into the palm of his hand, examined and sniffed that. He looked up. Brasher was beginning to show a little impatience.
Near the edge of the roof, was a chimney. A plumb line dropped from the center of the chimney would drop about three feet to the right of the only window in the blank, forbidding wall. "I see," commented the old man, "a chimney. I did not know." He turned to Brasher. "You offered to help, young man; here is your chance.
I was therefore quite at one with Brasher when he asked what Bob could possibly be wanted for. Tress explained. "I'll get him to smoke the pipe," he said. Brasher and I exchanged glances, but we refrained from speech. "It won't do him any harm," said Tress. "What not a poisoned pipe?" asked Brasher. "It's not poisoned it's only drugged." "Only drugged!" "Nothing hurts Bob. He is like an ostrich.
Professor Brierly looked approvingly at the unkempt, red-eyed detective. "Good work, Mr. Brasher! Splendid! Where did you find it?" "I'm not as clever as you think, Professor, or I would 'a' had this yesterday. I looked around after you left Miller's Folly. I found tracks of a motorcycle on the ground a short distance away.
"In these matters," remarked Brasher, as though he were giving utterance to a new and important truth, "there is a scientific and nonscientific method of inquiry. The scientific method is to begin at the beginning. May I ask how this pipe came into your possession?" Tress paused before he answered. "You may ask." He paused again. "Oh, you certainly may ask.
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